There used to be a long blurb about who I am and what I'm like taking up space on this page.

I've changed since I wrote it.

Here's who I am now:

Me.

Solemn Coyote's rules of literature:

1) This rule or the rule below it may be disregarded at any time.

2) Never assume that I know all the rules.

Current Projects:

-Queue is open.

Words Exchanged:

Ask me to write a story for you. Here's some proof I will.

-"The Rose of Whitekeep." Completed. Started as a tribute to my friend and fellow author, Sabraeal, this story eventually mutated into a 42 page beast. It even has a plot arc of sorts. Be forewarned, however. RoW is intended as a parody of fanfic and as such obeys many of the cliches of the genre. Elves, magical teenage girls, best friends forever, and dresses abound.

-"Stop the Press." Discontinued. Written by various folks, and championed by Burnt Bread. No longer serialized, but fourteen issues long. This thing was intended as a quirky magazine for writers, and gave a lot of us a chance to hone our non-fiction skills.

-"Getting Heated." Completed. A lot of the concepts worked into this story were inspired or borrowed from a friend of mine, who was working on a pen-and-paper rpg that I hijacked for my setting.

-"Reading Red." Not available. A marathon review of Burnt Bread's "Smoke and Mirrors" and an appalling lack of sleep swirled together to produce this aggregate. It's a pretty simple character study, and it's not posted anywhere at the moment. Perhaps if you prevail upon Bread's incredible carbohydrate-based magnanimity, it'll find its way onto ficpress.

-"Dig." Incomplete. Not exactly a sequel to "Getting Heated," but it features a few of the same characters and is part of the same continuity.

And here's some stuff that awesome people have created for me.

-"Knight of Wands" Drawn by: Burnt Bread. Unimpeachable proof of the faculty that wheat-based life-forms have for art.

-"Four Women Jarod Has Kissed." Written by: Sabraeal. Status: complete. It takes everything that my "Ashes to Emily" was supposed to be and makes it beautiful. And it has a Lazarus-hamster.

Stuff People Have Published:

-"Scheherazade": Debuted in the 2009 spring edition of the Short Cuts literary magazine from UMASS. Probably a little late to get a copy, but that's what this profile is for.

-"Prometheus Misplaced": Featured in the December '09 edition of Kasma magazine for the period of one year, which had me all kinds of psyched. Definitely check them out if you feel so inclined. Their site is at

Cassandra Never, a timid young librarian living an uneventful and anxiety-filled life goes to bed one night and wakes up in the afterlife. Due to an unfortunate misfiling error, Cassandra is mistakenly transferred to the shadowy world beyond instead of the 96-year old Other Cassandra, a woman keen on keeping the accidental lifetime she was granted.

My entry in the October 2015 Labyrinth 3k Writing contest, based on the quote: "If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies." - General Moshe Dayan. Not the winner that month, but some of my best writing to date. This is one moment in time in the history of the Homepeople (world of United), long, long before Humans ever walked the Earth.

This has gotten out of hand. It was just supposed to be a joke; something to put up and rake in the upvotes and retweets. People weren't supposed to die. An entry for the Labyrinth Writing Contest for April.

SKoW Round 12 Best Non Romance Nominee: A shadow stirs in the depths and sets its sights on the people of Tover. It aches to feed a vast hunger, one only a city can sate. Rated for violence. I return reviews over one line.

The life of a servant of Dionysus seems like a pretty sweet one. You've got all the wine you can drink, all the decadence you could ever want, and all the beautiful people you could ever--well, you get it. It's all fun and frolicking, most of the time.

The transhuman technoanarchist pulp hero Quentin Quark trips through the subatomic and back again. If you like comics, drugs, sex, science, sticking it to the man, mysticism, or Moorcock, you'll love this.

With their ManGod slain and their hopes dead along with him, the Draoi move to find Lugh's next host. Meanwhile, the pieces in the gods' game of good and evil have begun to move, all beginning the long journey that will shape the destiny of their world.

Spend July making wishes, on all the brightest stars and every sip of beer you pretend not to see your father drink. Wish on the times you fall asleep at sunrise and the sound of your grandmother moving down the hallway in the middle of the night.

Humanity enters the galactic universe after almost being obliterated by space bullies. Excited, confused, and disoriented, the new "Solarians" stumble out of a controlled experiment and into what could be paradise, or a whole lot worse.

Settlements have sprung up among the ruins of oldworld cities in a post-apocalyptic landscape. They rely on salvaged technology to survive. Unfortunately, the only places to acquire it are infested with the undead...

A story of romance, fear, intensity, integrity, Velociraptors, Giant Squid, the Loch Ness, zombies, and the truth of the Universe itself. I've basically taken all of my ideas and jumbled them all into a mish-mash that I hope you will enjoy. So enjoy.

Receiving a letter from relations she never knew she had, Renee, a young French girl travels to her inherited mansion in the English country-side. However, no one told her it was haunted.... a Gothic Novel

Four years after the end of the war that destroyed the Earth, Captain Gal Idim and his crew are thrust into a complicated life of crime when the Central Army's Poet Laureate revolts to save his sister.

Skimmer's Notch, where people climb ladders to milk gasoline from the stars, sits on the border between two hostile nations. When a group of bandits, a wandering spellslinger, and two opposing armies show up on their doorstep, the resulting conflict will set the heavens aflame. - (COMPLETE)

Emma Norcross believes she's a magical princess sent to save her sleepy New Hampshire town from horrors beyond mortal imagining. In actuality, she's a werewolf. What follows is a story of dresses and evisceration; of delusion and elves. Updates M/W/F. Summer NaNo 2014.

Diseases are sentient, technology runs on voodoo, and half the planet is a radioactive wasteland. Nevertheless, Jason Carol and the other members of a supernatural CDC fight to keep their city safe and free from infectious demons.

Meant as a writing exercise, and cribbing pretty heavily from a lot of influences, including a soft drink commercial, my friend SteelKitsune's as-yet-unpublished novel, and Warren Ellis' "Transmetropolitan."

Every writer has a wastebasket tucked in a corner of their mind. It contains the thoughts that never make it and the words that never manage to be spoken. Here are a few of my older poems, drawn from that wastebasket.

She bought the cabin on an impulse during the summer, back when she truly believed that all she wanted to do was get away from the world and paint. Unfortunately, elves don't care much for artistic retreats and they have no respect at all for privacy.

An archaeological expedition departs from New Walpole University to study the ruins of Wheaton. It finds a little more than just dust and echoes. This is a post-apocalyptic Canterbury tale, with a cast of vampires, mutants, and timberwolf professors.

A very romantical story about elves and magic and teenage girls and dresses and castles and bandits and pastries and more elves. Also a satire. Penned with the express permission and encouragement of Sabrael. Nine out of ten fangirls approve.

This is a story about monsters, and the dark beyond the campfire. It's also an account of hope, desperation, and impossible odds. It tells of humans being who they are, and who circumstance forces them to be. Mostly, though, it's about monsters.

There are stranger things than the intersection between man and myth. Fiction is one of them. This is a story - short, but not brief - about a lost girl, a homeless trickster God, and the boundary between reality and fantasy.